Words don’t die my friend,
They never die.
If you let it fall to the ground,
Another is going to pick it up.
If you make a mess of it, 11 more words
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Armed with her favourite prayer mat, she was a mortal headed for an immortality that would only exist as long as she would. She spread the soft, black mat on the ground and reminded herself that she loved the golden and dark, dull red pattern on the mat embodying the turbulence of her heart. 1,052 more words